Scent of a woman …
It goes without saying that most of you will find this post to be rather crass. However, there remains the off-chance that a few ‘oddball types’ may be disturbed yet strangely aroused.
The topic borders roughly on fetishism, namely the fascination some men have with female flatulence. Yes, yes …. I understand the psychological disturbance some of you are no doubt feeling now given the ‘stinking’ subject matter. A few months back, a friend of mine with a fascination for Japanese culture directed me to a website titled Scent of Woman’s F*rt. Like most people, I viewed this group email with a combination of abject horror coupled with curiosity. It almost beggared belief that there existed men, ones hailing from an overly conservative and polite culture no less, who would be aroused by the sight, sound and smell of a woman breaking wind – but there are, since there seems to be a niche market for pop-off videos.
Since I can no longer find the site online, I may describe it in some detail now. The squeamish are advised to switch off right now.
The website in question was quite descriptive; after all … one cannot enjoy olfactory stimulation from a video alone. It described in vivid detail the ‘adventurous’ dietary patterns of the women in question, comprising primarily of vegetables such as cabbage and turnip. Pictures of women bending over in preparation of letting one rip were plentiful, as were a number of sound bytes whose content one could never describe using words alone. Although I cannot speak for others, the subject matter of this site can only be described as unsettling in the extreme. Like most men who adore women, I was confronted with a very real yet unpleasant fact – women break wind.
Alluding to an old episode of ‘Third Rock from the Sun’, I remember a scene in which Albright breaks wind in Solomon’s company. Rather than being distressed or shocked, Solomon is instead overjoyed at the underlying message he has just heard. In his twisted alien mind, his relationship with Albright has reached a whole new level of intimacy, one in which each is content to expose the other to the once private workings of their bodily functions.
I honestly cannot say what drives certain people to be turned on by subject matter such as that described above. Interestingly enough, academic literature discussing the fascination some have with sadomasochism is plentiful. However, there is little to explain why anyone would be turned on by the flatulence of another.
I know for a fact that toilet humour is exceptionally popular in certain parts of South East Asia, notably Korea and Japan. For example, numerous Korean game parlours boast a popular arcade game known as Boon-Ga Boon-Ga (known in English as Spank ‘em). The object of the game involves the player jabbing a plastic finger into a jeans-covered bottom, which protrudes from the machine as if the person’s head and torso were stuck inside. The harder the jab, the more amusing the face pulled by the computer generated character you have chosen to humiliate.
Boon-Ga Boon-Ga is also known as ‘Pokey Man’ by doting fans. Proponents of this game argue that it is harmless, and used primarily as a means of reducing stress. Players can choose between various targets, including ‘ex-girlfriend’, ‘ex-boyfriend’, ‘gold digger’ and ‘mother-in-law’. Despite its dubious nature, fans argue that it does not lead them to grope female straphangers on Tokyo’s subway or otherwise engage in questionable sexual practices.
Although Pokey Man does raise eyebrows, it’s nowhere near as disturbing as the original topic of this post – which is ‘Scent of Woman’s F*rt’. Rather thankfully, Japanese game manufacturers have not yet designed a game which provides olfactory stimulation and involves players thrusting their noses into a ‘curvy lingerie covered bottom’. If they ever decide to do so, I’ll come to realise that the oddities of this world probably do defy explanation … and that I need to be cautious in opening any emails providing further lurid details of the fetishes of Japanese men.
It goes without saying that most of you will find this post to be rather crass. However, there remains the off-chance that a few ‘oddball types’ may be disturbed yet strangely aroused.
The topic borders roughly on fetishism, namely the fascination some men have with female flatulence. Yes, yes …. I understand the psychological disturbance some of you are no doubt feeling now given the ‘stinking’ subject matter. A few months back, a friend of mine with a fascination for Japanese culture directed me to a website titled Scent of Woman’s F*rt. Like most people, I viewed this group email with a combination of abject horror coupled with curiosity. It almost beggared belief that there existed men, ones hailing from an overly conservative and polite culture no less, who would be aroused by the sight, sound and smell of a woman breaking wind – but there are, since there seems to be a niche market for pop-off videos.
Since I can no longer find the site online, I may describe it in some detail now. The squeamish are advised to switch off right now.
The website in question was quite descriptive; after all … one cannot enjoy olfactory stimulation from a video alone. It described in vivid detail the ‘adventurous’ dietary patterns of the women in question, comprising primarily of vegetables such as cabbage and turnip. Pictures of women bending over in preparation of letting one rip were plentiful, as were a number of sound bytes whose content one could never describe using words alone. Although I cannot speak for others, the subject matter of this site can only be described as unsettling in the extreme. Like most men who adore women, I was confronted with a very real yet unpleasant fact – women break wind.
Alluding to an old episode of ‘Third Rock from the Sun’, I remember a scene in which Albright breaks wind in Solomon’s company. Rather than being distressed or shocked, Solomon is instead overjoyed at the underlying message he has just heard. In his twisted alien mind, his relationship with Albright has reached a whole new level of intimacy, one in which each is content to expose the other to the once private workings of their bodily functions.
I honestly cannot say what drives certain people to be turned on by subject matter such as that described above. Interestingly enough, academic literature discussing the fascination some have with sadomasochism is plentiful. However, there is little to explain why anyone would be turned on by the flatulence of another.
I know for a fact that toilet humour is exceptionally popular in certain parts of South East Asia, notably Korea and Japan. For example, numerous Korean game parlours boast a popular arcade game known as Boon-Ga Boon-Ga (known in English as Spank ‘em). The object of the game involves the player jabbing a plastic finger into a jeans-covered bottom, which protrudes from the machine as if the person’s head and torso were stuck inside. The harder the jab, the more amusing the face pulled by the computer generated character you have chosen to humiliate.
Boon-Ga Boon-Ga is also known as ‘Pokey Man’ by doting fans. Proponents of this game argue that it is harmless, and used primarily as a means of reducing stress. Players can choose between various targets, including ‘ex-girlfriend’, ‘ex-boyfriend’, ‘gold digger’ and ‘mother-in-law’. Despite its dubious nature, fans argue that it does not lead them to grope female straphangers on Tokyo’s subway or otherwise engage in questionable sexual practices.
Although Pokey Man does raise eyebrows, it’s nowhere near as disturbing as the original topic of this post – which is ‘Scent of Woman’s F*rt’. Rather thankfully, Japanese game manufacturers have not yet designed a game which provides olfactory stimulation and involves players thrusting their noses into a ‘curvy lingerie covered bottom’. If they ever decide to do so, I’ll come to realise that the oddities of this world probably do defy explanation … and that I need to be cautious in opening any emails providing further lurid details of the fetishes of Japanese men.
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